The Final Scene
Somewhere in the distant sky a star shines brighter
tonight, as a mother who once rejected you stands by your bed with your hand
in hers, a sad scene yes indeed, sad not for you because your pain will soon
end, but sad for her, for her pain has just begun, she rejected you because of
who you are, she rejected you because you could never live up to her
expectations and be the man that she wanted you to be!
Her love for you was conditional, she called you a faggot
and she called you a queer and on Mother’s Day of last year she denied you
as her child, what kind of a mother could do that? What kind of a mother could
scorn her only son and condemn him for who he is and for whom he wanted to
love?
I choked
back my tears and I bit my tongue, for I had plenty that I wanted to say to
her, but my friend out of respect for you I held my silence, until all was
said and done, the final scene of your life here on earth played out before
our very eyes and you tackled it with much dignity and grace and as you drew
your last breath with that smile upon your face, your spirit lit up the room
as it fled your diseased riddled body, much like the fireworks on the fourth
of July and as I looked down at you, the smile upon your face had disappeared
and a deafening silence took the place of the ragged breathes that you used to
take.
Your kindness and compassion will be missed by those who
loved you, but we can rest assured knowing that one day our paths shall cross
again, you were a kindred spirit and more than a friend, you were family to
the bitter-sweet-end, as I walk the circle round your presence I can feel and
a familiar feeling crosses my mind as a gentle breeze eases by and I feel your
hand in mine and we walk the circle together one last time!
Your mother was foolish like so many of her kind; she had
the nerve to stand by your bed and cry, as far as I am concerned she lost that
right long ago, she threw you out when you were just sixteen years old! She
sobbed like a mother who had just lost her first-born; it is really too bad
that she couldn’t have been the mother to you all those years, the mother
that she was during your final scene, I find it hard to have any compassion
for her at all and to tell you the truth her ignorance makes my skin crawl!
I didn’t say all the things to her that I wanted to
say, because my friend that smile upon your face had said it all, there is a
star that burns bright into the night and he stood in the sacred circles and
he believed, he was and will always be a Child of the Goddess, so flee to the
west my kindred spirit and rush into the arms of our Great Mother, she who is
the giver and taker of life has been waiting for you patiently!
The Goddess is our true Mother, she is the Queen of the
Witches and her love has sustained me in my darkest hour, we (Witches) know
that no energy is ever lost, we go on, we live on and when the time is right
and once we have rested properly we will be reincarnated back into the Earth
plane, where we will continue to learn our lessons, allowing our spirits to
progress in life and once we have fulfilled our Karmic obligations we will go
on to become a higher point of light, you my friend have obtained that, your
light will shine the way for the rest of us and until the day that we meet
again, I bid you hale and farewell!
Blessed be,
Phelan
